Since She Met Lucian

"Since you don't appreciate my kindness, I won't force you." After staring at Amelia for a long time, Lucian finally conceded. "But Amelia, you're my wife. Why can't I do these kinds of things for you?"

Lucian's eyes had darkened. When he turned to look at Amelia, there was a hint of sadness in it.

Not knowing what to say, Amelia lowered her head, too nervous to answer.

"Frank, put the car in the garage. Just leave it there since Amelia doesn't want it." Lucian directed his order to Frank, his voice emotionless.

'What? He's just going to leave it at the garage?'

"Can't I return it?" she asked bashfully, frowning.

"Of course not!" Frank answered.

"Why not?" The car was not used or damaged. Why couldn't it be returned?

Lucian wanted to laugh as he watched Amelia but he held back his laughter and sighed instead, saying, "Well, of course, the owner would take care of the car, right? But if the seller won't think that. Even if you've just been using it for a day, it's already lost its value. Returning it will just cost us. We'll just lose even more money."

"Lose more money?" That was what Amelia was worried about.

Since the car couldn't be returned and she wasn't going to drive, Lucian technically wasted his money on buying the car. It was just going to be put to waste.

"Can we rent the car to a lease company? That way, we can make up for the loss," Amelia proudly suggested, her bright eyes gleaming.

"No way, Mrs. Amelia!" With a look of bewilderment on his face, Frank said with a frown, "Although this isn't as expensive as a villa would be, we still can't rent it out to a lease company. They're certainly not going to take care of this car so it's not practical. The car's just going to lose its value."

Lucian didn't expect Frank to chime in like that. He winked at Frank in approval.

"Well..." Amelia pursed her lips, looking remorseful. It seemed that there was no way out. She turned to look at Lucian and apologized, "I'm sorry that you wasted your money again."

"Mrs. Amelia, if you didn't want to waste Mr. Lucian's money, why don't you just accept this car? That way, everyone will be happy," Frank quipped.

Well, he had a point. Lucian's lips pursed at the slightest of movements and he suddenly felt his heart racing.

She didn't even want to waste money on food what more a car. One could only imagine the remorse she felt over the money Lucian wasted on buying this car.

"Ouch, that hurts!" She felt as if her head was throbbing with all the thinking she was doing.

She didn't want to owe Lucian any more than she

force but I have to tell you... This hurts for me." After Lucian finished

God! Is he

out to him hurriedly, however he showed no signs

frustrated. Her restless heart

He then said, "Mrs. Amelia, I seldom see Mr. Lucian do something

They were just

to Lucian's confession and the passionate kiss

guess, he's just upset." After years of working for Lucian, this was the first

she raised her head and asked, "What should I do

be easy but you have to accept the car and thank Mr. Lucian. Then everything will

She resignedly said, "I guess that's what I

if you're digging your own grave. Countless women pine

she knew that a lot of women liked Lucian, she knew that he chose her

and wealthy man adored by thousands of women. She must have done something right in her past life to deserve this. She made sure to keep to herself how embarrassed

to come with me?" At this moment, Amelia thought of Lucian who had left without looking back. He must be

need to go with you. Go on!" Frank

she was still a bit hesitant, she

she returned to the living room, she saw Lily cleaning the house. She looked around and found that

have to directly mention Lucian's name because Lily already

He asked you to finish your breakfast first." Lily dropped what she was doing and headed to the kitchen to

expecting me to apologize?'

in concern

I was scared so I didn't ask,"

he was

bites, Amelia carried the rest of her breakfast upstairs. Standing in

in." His tone was

was racing. She tried to level her nervousness as she focused on the breakfast tray she

some documents and

room—this was the type of thing that only a handsome man

desk. She didn't want to disturb him so she spoke in a small voice. The desk, as she noticed,

at the food on the desk then he looked at Amelia. He frowned. "Who let you take breakfast

by his angry tone. She hurriedly defended herself, "I'm sorry! I heard from Lily that